Personal Stories, Advice, and Support

first of all it was three years ago but this seems like the right place, it feels like it was yesterday. he was four years younger than me and somewhat my responsibility growing up. he was only 22, not old enough to have a real grasp on his own mortality or to forsee the crazy...

There is two years between me and my little brother, when we were growing up he was my best friend. But we all have to grow up some time. My brother was a little different. bright red hair, 6ft (don't really know his exact height), but with a massive heart...